a house of blueprints
with eraser eyes, adjusting
to tiny movements in the earth’s crust
borrows a slick pen and
draws a pull
from the workers in the field,
using blindfolds as headbands,
bent over the endless work
that comes with surrender to the flow
no railings in heaven
says the fine print on the
waiver
it seems reasonable when
faced with the alternative
a brick staircase and
heavy rains
a concrete tie trail
and chains
the method is revealed.
part hologram, part
floating screen, part
illusion, all trick,
walk around it until you are ready to watch it
here at sunset
there are two options: pull or fall back and wait.
the painters collapse their easels. the ropes of the
boat come home.
all will be revealed
but just who will be there to see?
a fated return to a theater
of empty feet
still returns;
a grateful dagger
plunged into the sea
still burns
it’s a small world,
so travel light
the swelter is a curtain you move back,
here
leave no trace. do not
walk on the historical mounds.
fish quietly
no artifact hunting
pass through
know you are passing through
ten minutes of measuring the shore
certifies
i feel the way the wind looks at me
but never was pushed one way
or the other
pitch your hut
on fertile land,
get floods
my swirling ethereal
effect,
cordial and formless,
joins the wind
to hold the door.
Sunshine and Wind 